It is not difficult to find the person who broke into the chamber. After all, the ghouls who were thrown from the audience and smashed to the ground certainly didn't become like this because they stumbled and fell. And following the direction in which the hapless guard was thrown, several figures standing together had no intention of dodging.

"We want to talk about ......" voice came from among the shadows, but was interrupted before they could finish.

"Dark Lion Society, you are so bold!" Patriarch Edward glanced at his own clansman who seemed to have lost consciousness, and let out a low roar at the figures.

With this low roar, it could be seen that the arm of the middle-aged man in a black robe with his cuffs stretched out had a noticeable mutation. The muscles that had been fresh dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became as withered as a dried corpse. At the same time, a miasma with black powder began to emanate from the cracks in the ghoul patriarch's clothes, which looked like smoke that only wafted out when a human body was burned.

"Roar, old Edward is angry, there's a good show to watch now!" The elf leader on the side let out a burst of laughter, as if he had seen something to be happy about.

The enraged ghoul didn't bother to respond to Lightning's words, and he rushed to the audience in a posture that resembled an ape. Stepping on the low wall, which was only half a man high, he jumped up and rushed towards the figures.

"What's going on, who are those people?" Except for Roland, who had spotted the figures attacking the guards first, One-Eyed had no way of adapting to this sudden turn of events.

"Those people are wizards of the Dark Lion Society, and no, they don't qualify to be called wizards when there is a real grey robe in the city. These people are just witchcrafters. Hill said. It's just that the female doctor's words don't seem to have any effect except for bringing out more unintelligible terms.

"Is that an organization?" Roland asked, having not heard Jason mention the existence of such a force at the rally.

"It's not an organization, they're just a few scattered wizards who have wandered here. These people came together to protect themselves and formed this so-called secret society. Judging from Ciel's reaction, it didn't seem to be a big deal to this Dark Lion Society.

"So it doesn't seem like the Order is on our side now?" One-Eye asked, the wizards of the Dark Lion Order attacking the ghoul guards guarding the council chamber, and Patriarch Edward had no intention of talking to them. In this way, the position of these people is very clear.

"We invited them to the rally before, but they simply declined our invitation. And in the intervening months, we've noticed that members of the Order seem to be making deals with some sort of organization. Although there is no direct evidence, they are also the target of the sweep tonight to be on the safe side. The Dementor Doctor's tone was calm, and it was clear that the matter was a small matter in her eyes.

"Wait, there is no direct evidence, so you did it against them without confirming that they were enemies?" asked Lothar, who seemed to the count to be too reckless and rash to do so.

Ciel, who was wearing a crow mask, turned his head to look at the Count of Montenegro and said nothing. But it wasn't because she felt she was at fault, but because she didn't feel the need to waste words with this person explaining why they did it.

Still the networm looked at Lothar as if he was going to reason with someone, pulled his clothes, and whispered in the earl's ear.

"In a war of this rank, not taking sides is a fault in itself. Moreover, the city and even the kingdom will soon become a battlefield, and those who are still indecisive at this time can only become an obstacle. This so-called Dark Lion Order was included in the cleanup list, which can only be blamed for their underestimation of the level of this battle. ”

"But they may only be innocent! ...... in the laws of the kingdom"

"The laws of the kingdom do not work against them, Lord Earl. The white-robed ghost said faintly, "These wizards you see, they are not the citizens of the blue lion. They were just refugees from elsewhere who came to this kingdom because of the lesser restrictions here. And, according to the kingdom law of your mouth, all those in this council chamber should be sent to the gallows. ”

"Then at least give them a chance to plead. They obviously have something to say! Maybe they'll choose to get out of here. There is no need to jump to conclusions. "Lothar, who was speechless, was still making her last struggle.

"Hey, guess what! You're right! But when they wound the guards, there's no way to defend themselves. Old Edward won't condone those who hurt his people!" Lightning climbed onto Roland's shoulder and said to Lothar, the elf leader seemed to like the old magician, "Do you know what old Edward would do to those who hurt his people?

"It's too ...... It's savage. Lothar squinted her eyes and whispered.

What made this nobleman, who led troops to fight all year round, unbearable, was not the means of these allies to clean up the city, in the face of war, there was nothing wrong with cruel methods, and Lothar himself was not a good person. But the dullness of the dark dwellers when they talked about death and killing made the Count of Montenegro feel inwardly reluctant. He had the impression that killing and war should both be for a reason, for the sake of the country, for survival, to kill the enemy and to be killed by the enemy are noble things. But in the words of these allies, Lothar hears nothing but the taking of life for granted, and it shudders.

"Barbarism? Maybe it's hypocrisy in their eyes. The use of law and honor to limit people's lives gives us an organization that is difficult for them to achieve, and it also makes us appear weak and abnormal in their eyes. Roland patted Lothar lightly on the shoulder, signaling the count not to be impulsive. The old man had been dealing with these dark dwellers for a long time, and he knew how different these beings were from those who lived in the sun. This difference is not racial, but a difference in worldview.

With the muffled sound of two human bodies falling to the ground, the battle between Patriarch Edward and the wizards of the Dark Lion Order was over. There were five wizards entering the council chamber, two of whom had already been gutted by the angry ghouls, two who had been thrown in front of the crowd, and one, with only a stunned head crumpled into pieces in the ghoul's hands.

"Roar!" the black-robed monster leaped from the sky, terrorizing humans who had lost their mobility. The two wizards who had been thrown onto the stage had their legs shattered, and they waved their arms in a futile attempt to distance themselves from the ghoul patriarch.

"Don't kill me......" "I don't want to die......"

Voices begging for mercy kept coming from their bloody mouths, but the ghouls with their hands full of human fragments would not have mercy on those who had wounded their people. These reckless wizards have made him disgraced in front of the witches' representatives, and he must prove the worth of his race by bloody means.

"Hum!" the ghoul's claws waved in the air with a foul stinking wind, and one of the two wizards was about to be torn apart by the grab. At this moment, a warhammer struck abruptly between the claws and the wizard's neck.

"At least, give them a chance to speak?" None of the people present could see how Lothar had rushed out of the crowd, let alone the war hammer in the hands of the Count of Montenegro, which weighed the weight of a grown man. This made his words unusually loud in the ears of the dark dwellers at this time.

The fully transformed ghoul had long since lost its human appearance, and more than half of Edward's face was occupied by its mouth, which was a huge mouthpiece full of sharp teeth and round like a worm. Ordinary people would have been unable to stand on their feet just by seeing this terrifying appearance, but when the ghoul followed Lothar's voice and brought his big mouth closer to the Count of Black Mountain, Lothar's face did not change in the slightest.

"I didn't think that warhammer was for use against allies. The bald wraith said at Roland's side. These guys who have been dealing with witches for a long time naturally recognize the witch magic on this warhammer.

"Of course not. But I think the Grey Mages and Witches had their reasons for giving the hammer to Lord Lothar. The old man said, holding the brim of his hat. Now that the matter has come to this, it will also be beneficial to fight the arrogance of these new allies in the future.

"I think you'd better call that lord back. Dr. Hill also said.

"I think he knows what he's doing. Roland said.

"Really, did he know that ghouls in a bloodthirsty state can easily lose their minds?"

At this moment, the lightning bolt sitting on Roland's shoulder suddenly shrieked.

"Look! They're fighting!"